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Jealous hearts

The neon lights of the bar cast a kaleidoscope of colors across the bustling crowd. Music thumped through the speakers, vibrating through the floor as laughter and conversation filled the space. Satoru Gojo, with his ever-present blindfold pushed up onto his forehead, leaned casually against the bar, his silver hair catching the dim lighting like a beacon.

Suguru Geto watched him from the corner of the room, a drink in hand, his eyes narrowed slightly. Tonight had been meant as a rare opportunity for them to relax after weeks of exhausting missions, a chance to unwind and maybe even enjoy themselves for once.

But now, Geto was finding it hard to relax. Especially with the sight in front of him.

A girl—pretty, with long hair and a smile that seemed to get brighter every time she looked at Gojo—had taken up residence beside him. She was leaning in close, her hand brushing against Gojo's arm, her laughter spilling into the air like a sweet melody.

And, worse, Gojo was playing along.

He was smiling that stupid, cocky grin of his, the one that made people instantly charmed or incredibly annoyed. The girl leaned closer, saying something that made Gojo laugh, and Geto's grip tightened around his glass, the cool condensation dripping onto his knuckles.

He took a slow sip of his drink, trying to ignore the way his stomach twisted. Why am I even bothered? he asked himself, though he already knew the answer. It wasn't just about the girl. It was about him. About the way Gojo's attention always seemed to flit around like a restless butterfly, never landing where Geto secretly, desperately wished it would.

Gojo was the sun in their world—brilliant, untouchable, always surrounded by people drawn to his light. And Geto? He was just one of those people caught in Gojo's orbit, pretending he was okay with only getting glimpses of that warmth.

But tonight, something in him snapped. Maybe it was the exhaustion, the bruises still aching beneath his clothes, or maybe it was just the way that girl was looking at Gojo like he was the only person in the room. Either way, Geto had had enough.

He set his drink down with a clatter and strode through the crowd, his usually calm expression tight with a storm brewing just beneath the surface.

"Hey, Satoru," Geto said, sliding in beside Gojo with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. He made sure to stand close enough that his shoulder brushed against Gojo's, a subtle but unmistakable statement.

Gojo's grin widened at the sight of him, oblivious to the tension radiating off his friend. "Suguru! Took you long enough to join us," he said, throwing an arm around Geto's shoulders with the kind of casual ease that drove Geto insane.

The girl's eyes darted between them, clearly assessing the situation. "Oh, I didn't realize you had a friend here," she said, her tone turning a bit more cautious.

"Yeah, we're kind of a package deal," Geto replied smoothly, giving her a polite but pointed smile. "A little hard to separate us, you know?"

Gojo turned to look at Geto, his brows quirking in confusion. There was an unspoken question in his eyes, but Geto ignored it, turning his attention back to the girl. "I'm sure you've had your fun," Geto added, his voice just shy of condescending. "But we've got some catching up to do, don't we, Satoru?"

The girl's smile faltered, clearly getting the hint. "Right... well, it was nice meeting you," she said, casting one last glance at Gojo before melting back into the crowd.

As soon as she was gone, Gojo turned to Geto with a curious tilt of his head. "Wow, Suguru," he said with a grin, "I didn't know you were capable of scaring people off like that. Should I be worried?"

"Maybe you should," Geto replied, though there was no real heat in his voice. He leaned back against the bar, trying to calm the racing of his heart. Now that the girl was gone, the jealousy had left a hollow ache in its wake, and he was suddenly very aware of how close Gojo still was.

"What's up with you?" Gojo asked, his tone genuinely curious. He leaned in, eyes searching Geto's face. "You're not usually this... intense."

Geto let out a soft, bitter laugh. "Maybe I just didn't like the way she was throwing herself at you."

"Oh?" Gojo's grin widened, like he was a cat who'd just spotted something particularly entertaining. "You didn't like it, huh? Could it be that... Suguru Geto is jealous?"

"Don't flatter yourself," Geto muttered, but he couldn't meet Gojo's eyes. The air between them seemed to crackle with something electric, something that made Geto's heart pound in his chest.

Gojo, never one to back down from a challenge, leaned in closer until their noses almost brushed. "Admit it," he teased, his voice a soft whisper against Geto's ear. "You were jealous."

Geto's breath hitched. It was infuriating how easily Gojo could get under his skin, how that playful tone could make his resolve crumble. But two could play at that game.

"Fine," Geto said, his voice low and steady. He turned his head just enough that their lips almost touched, his eyes locked onto Gojo's. "Maybe I was. Maybe I don't like it when you flirt with other people. Is that what you wanted to hear?"

For once, Gojo seemed caught off guard. The smirk on his lips faltered, his breath coming in a soft exhale. His blue eyes—so usually carefree and teasing—darkened with something else, something that sent a thrill down Geto's spine.

"You... you don't have to be jealous, you know," Gojo said softly, his usual bravado slipping away. His hand moved to rest on Geto's arm, his touch warm and gentle. "I mean... it's not like I care about anyone else like I care about you."

The words hung between them, heavy and raw, and Geto's heart skipped a beat.

"Is that so?" Geto whispered, his voice barely audible over the pounding of his heart.

Gojo's grin returned, softer this time, almost shy. "Yeah, it is," he said, his fingers brushing against Geto's cheek. "But if you ever need a reminder... well, I'm right here."

Geto's lips quirked into a smile, and for the first time that night, the tightness in his chest eased. Without thinking, he leaned in, closing the distance between them, and pressed his lips to Gojo's in a soft, tentative kiss.

It was gentle, almost shy, the way their lips fit together like they'd been meant to all along. And for once, there were no jokes, no teasing—just the quiet affirmation that, no matter how many people might orbit around them, they were each other's world.

When they finally pulled away, both of them were breathless, the world around them fading into a blur of light and sound.

"Next time," Geto murmured, his forehead resting against Gojo's, "try not to make me so jealous, alright?"

Gojo's laughter was soft, his breath warm against Geto's lips. "Deal. But only if you keep kissing me like that."

"Deal," Geto whispered back, and for once, he let himself get lost in the warmth of Gojo's embrace.